The scene shifted to the royal mansion of South Ryehem, where Kazuki had just returned from the Elf Kingdom. He sat in his spacious room, leaning on the windowsill as the gentle afternoon sunlight poured in through the ornate window frames. His sharp eyes watched over the vast landscape outside the royal mansion walls — the bustling streets, the sprawling gardens, and the towering mountains in the distance. The tranquility in the air was deceptive; Kazuki could feel it. The storm was brewing beneath the surface.
Hours passed.
The scene transitioned to the Emperor's court, where Shang, the Emperor of South Ryehem, was seated on his grand throne. He was immersed in the usual affairs of state — discussions about trade routes, military postings, and border security. Several ministers and strategists stood nearby, providing their inputs as Shang listened attentively.
Suddenly, the heavy wooden doors of the court swung open. A respected political expert, a man known for his foresight and knowledge of the ancient pacts, entered in haste. The entire court turned to him.
"Emperor," the man announced solemnly, "the matter of the two dragons we killed days ago… I believe it may bring grave consequences."
Shang furrowed his brows. "Speak clearly."
The man took a steady breath. "According to the ancient agreement between the royals and the dragons, no royal is permitted to kill dragons, and no dragon is permitted to harm a royal. However… Lady Isabela did slay those two dragons."
Shang's gaze hardened. "They attacked the kingdom. The pact does not protect aggressors."
The political expert shook his head. "But, Your Majesty, those dragons — as confirmed by witnesses — did not kill any human, and most importantly, no royal blood was spilled. By the laws of the agreement, it means they were still protected, even if they invaded."
A heavy silence fell upon the court.
In the art room nearby, Kazuki was silently working on a painting, but his ears had caught every word. His hands froze, and a knowing smirk crossed his lips. So this was their plan…
He thought to himself, North Ryehem… you sly cowards. You intentionally sent those two dragons to provoke us, knowing Isabela wouldn't hesitate to kill them. And since no humans or royals died, you've set the stage for the Dragon King's wrath. Now, if he acts on this, it won't just be South Ryehem versus North Ryehem. It'll be a two-front war — South Ryehem against both North Ryehem and the dragons.
Kazuki's crimson eyes narrowed. Well played, North Ryehem… but this won't save you. Because the Dragon King can't act on his own. He'll need permission from Julius and the other gods to officially wage war against South Ryehem. And securing that permission… won't be so simple.
Kazuki let out a quiet chuckle and returned to his painting, brushing vibrant colors across the canvas. Every move you make, I see it coming. The threads of fate are already tangled, and soon, I'll be the one pulling them.